Berlin heard the door open.
She turned her head, expecting a nurse.
It was Karlos.
He was dressed, which meant he had been home, changed, and came back. She could tell from the slight tiredness behind his eyes that he had not slept. He was carrying two cups from the coffee cart in the hospital lobby, which was either a peace offering or a strategy. With him, it was usually both at the same time.
He stopped when he saw that she was already awake and watching him.
"How long have you been up?" he asked.
"Long enough," reaching out her hand to him. "Kate came today," Berlin added.
Karlos's expression tightened by a fraction. "What did she say?"
"Nothing much." Berlin wrapped both hands around the warm cup as he handed it to her. "She's very kind. She said nothing specific except the truth… that you were a wreck while I was unconscious."
Karlos said nothing.
